So as it turns out you can’t forever stay in college and get your parents to pay for your shit. There is this thing apparently where you need to become financially independent (read: be broke AF), acquire this thing called a job (read: slavery, but you get paid and that’s nice), acquaint yourself with new levels of stress (from work people, autowaala bhaiyyas, neigbourhood aunties/uncles, relatives who think its shaadi time etc.) and become what everyone calls an “adult”. This package also includes this special, mindblowing-ly amazing process called getting a roof over your head which in my case basically meant walking around the streets of Bombay looking for a flat which did not collapse on me or suffocate me with moth/fungus covered walls.
Oh yes, I moved to Bombay/Mumbai (I want to say recently, but it’s been a year and a month now 😀 ). For the above mentioned job/adulting requirements I decided the city of Bombay would be a good start.
So I packed my bags and moved.
Obviously, the transition has been nothing less than utter disaster, involving:
- many amazing weeks of sleeping in the living room of a friend’s apartment,
- shifting to the dining room of a complete stranger’s apartment,
- sharing bed with some random person who never spoke to me (except the time she said she was found a donor and was leaving to get a kidney transplant done; yes, that happened),
- upgrading into the same stranger’s coffin sized bed room from the dining room,
- getting suffocated in the coffin (and deciding I was too young to die),
- running away and finding space in a girls’ hostel,
- realizing the hostel life isn’t fit for someone like moi and going house hunting again,
- seriously contemplating constructing a cardboard fort to live in,
- finding an actual decent place only having to move again in a few months,
- going through the stress of house hunting again, only this time accompanied by brokers who told me I had unrealistic housing expectations,
- proving them all wrong and
- finally, FINALLY discovering a good, cute apartment where me and my soul have found peace at.
Needless to say, the last one year and a month has been nothing short of incredulous and me waking up every morning thinking WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS BOMBAY?
Job has been kind though, I like what I do so that’s been good.
Everyone who moved around the time I shifted to Bombay has now left Bombay or shifted away to places around Bombay that I cannot spot on a map, so I spend a lot of time working or chilling with the one or two people whose face I actually like looking at over the weekends ❤
In other news, I have become completely anti-social and the naive, pure, friendly, college student PAw has turned into that person who exclusively only uses the black heart emoji to show affection.
In yet another news, I still do not have the happiness of cuddling a doggo yet, so that hole in my heart is still going strong. 😦
In news number 3, I went travelling to Czech Republic last month; expect a blog post on that soon. There are more travels planned for this year, updates will be here.
In news numero cuatro, I still have not learnt Spanish properly, so I had to google the spelling of cuatro. Yo no hablo español. Namaste. (for the Spanish illiterates, I just said that: I do not speak Spanish)
Another no hablo for Yo is Marathi, and if you know Marathi in Mumbai you basically rule the rickshawallas’ circle and they don’t shout at you unnecessarily. I believe I have mastered Hindi by now, but the people don’t agree.
So yeah, that’s that. You are all caught up on the last one year and a month of my life.